Starry skies holding this child's cries
The black abyss is eternal space
Much like this child wanting an embrace
Only wanting to find a place, tears running down his face
A lost star, they call him by Grim, his light is slowly running dim
Moon says waits, the Sun says they're late
But lost star is losing to fate
He plays with the kites that float to his heights
Wishing the flowers would grow into towers to touch is feet
A lost star, they call him by Grim, his light is still running dim
"Catch my tears." His whispers to Earth "Keep my fears."
Poor Grim, if only he looked around, a family he would have found
Moon. Stars. The Milky Way, a wonderful abyss to wonder
If he knew these things perhaps he would have stopped to ponder
A lost star, they call him by Grim, his light has now gone off the rim.
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Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book
PoetryHighest Rank: #41 (March 6, 2017) Ethereal, It means delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Illusions, It means wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses. • I am just trying to find a place in the world, but...